Ravenous by Eden Summers Page B

throbbed with her scent, her taste, her softness. He wanted to be inside her, to be a part of her. Lifting the material of her skirt, he hitched it higher, over her thighs, her stomach, then over her head. He let the material fall to the floor in a puddle. She stood before him with a cheeky grin, in the most hypnotising baby pink lace bra and panties.
    “Do you like?”
    His heart drummed his answer and he replied with a nod. With a confident step forward she closed the distance between them and pulled at the buttons of his chef’s jacket. One by one they popped free until his chest was on display. Delicate fingers ran over his stomach, tracing the lines of muscles. When they reached his nipples he sucked in a breath, then cursed when she tweaked them until they grew painfully hard.
    Her hands slid around his waist and the hard bite of her nails pierced the skin of his back. His erection throbbed with every sharp swipe and he grabbed her ponytail, pulling her head back until they were peering into each other’s eyes. “After two weeks of thinking about nothing but your eyes,” he kissed her with unyielding force, “the way you moan my name,” he licked at her lips, “how your pussy clamps tight around me,” he ground his erection into her pelvis, “I want you more than I want my next breath.”
    Erin’s mouth opened in a sigh and he took her offering, kissing her until his chest ached for oxygen. He loved her so much, more than his restaurant, more than city life. He pulled back to tell her but she grabbed the waistband of his checkered trousers and eased them down his thighs, then did the same with his briefs. Before his brain could catch up his cock was on display, jutting towards her, jerking with enthusiasm.
    “Do you like?” He smiled down at her as she stared at his sex.
    Her eyes widened. “I love.”
    “I love you, too.” He gripped the back of her head and took her lips.
    Erin leaned back, breaking the connection. “You do?” Her eyes were intent, staring at him, waiting for an answer.
    “Of course. I thought you already knew that.”
    Bright white teeth sunk into her bottom lip and she shook her head. He leaned in, nuzzled her jaw and whispered in her ear. “I love you, Erin McDonald.” He would spend the rest of his life making sure she didn’t doubt it. His fingers ran under the lace of her panties, over the trimmed curls at the apex of her thighs and stroked her clit. “And once you move in with me, I’ll never let you leave.”
    Her panted breaths brushed his skin as his fingers moved lower, seeking her heat. He swiped her entrance and her slick juices covered his fingers. When she reached between them to grab his cock, his legs tensed at the jolt of pleasure.
    “I need you.” Her other hand ran around his hips and gripped his ass.
    She began to pump him, her velvet grip working him to the point of madness. Digging into his lowered pants pocket he withdrew his wallet. He rummaged for a condom, covered himself in quick jerks and drew Erin back into his body. He shuffled forward, leaning into her and she stumbled into the wall. Removing his fingers from her sheath he lifted her, encouraging her legs to wrap around his waist. She clung to his shoulders, nibbled at his neck and when he pushed her against the wall he sunk into her in one strong thrust.
    Erin gasped at the intrusion and clenched her thighs around him
    “Oh, God.” The warm feel of her core tightened on his sex.
    “I want it hard.” She sucked the sensitive skin below his ear, driving a shot of liquid pleasure to his balls.
    He thrust into her with force, banging her hips against the wall.
    “Yes,” she breathed, digging her fingers into his shoulders.
    He continued to withdraw and slam home, withdraw and slam, until her head fell back, her lace-covered breasts brushing against his chest. “You feel so good.” He withdrew and sunk to the hilt. “So tight.” Again. “So wet.” Again.
    “Jesse…I’m…” Her